Vísindaleg útskýring

Ég hef verið í alveg skelfilega þungu skapi undanfarna daga. Ég hef komist að því, með vísindalegum aðferðum, að lífsleiði minn tengist eitthvað líffæri vinstra megin í brjóstholi, sem dregst sundur og saman og dælir rauðleitum vökva um lagnakerfi líkamans.

Hvaða illvirki fann upp þessa maskínu?

2 thoughts on “Vísindaleg útskýring”

  1. I’ve got a little black book with my poems in
    I’ve got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in
    When I’m a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone in
    I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on
    Got those swollen hand blues.
    Got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to choose from
    I’ve got electric light
    And I’ve got second sight
    I’ve got amazing powers of observation
    And that is how I know
    When I try to get through
    On the telephone to you
    There’ll be nobody home
    I’ve got the obligatory Hendrix perm
    And I’ve got the inevitable pinhole burns
    All down the front of my favourite satin shirt
    I’ve got nicotine stains on my fingers
    I’ve got a silver spoon on a chain
    I’ve got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains
    I’ve got wild staring eyes
    I’ve got a strong urge to fly
    But I’ve got nowhere to fly to
    Ooooh Babe when I pick up the phone
    There’s still nobody home
    I’ve got a pair of Gohills boots
    And I’ve got fading roots

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